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I just can’t seem to get it right. No matter how much I strive! No matter how much I fight! Again and again I fail and I fail, I collapse,..

Emma crossed her legs, smiling. Jacques sat across her at the table. She had spent all morning getting dressed- picking out the perfect outfit, do..

She's just a child; She shouldn't know About the secrets HIdden beneath the Parisian snow. She shouldn't know About the secret Opera vaults Bu..

Ich kann nicht helfen Was meine Familie macht. Ich kann nicht helfen Was mein Land getan hat. Ich kann nicht helfen Hitler ermordet Tausende..

Puck the fairy Is who I am, Funny as a feath, light and airy. I jest to Oberon To make him laugh, I'm the best there is at my merry craft! To s..

Dear Child, I know the number of hairs on your head, how many times your heart will beat today, every breath you take. I knew you before you were..

" Benvolio," I said, leaning to my friend's ear. "That girl on stage. Who is she?" He looked up at the stage and smiled. "In the white skirt? Dark ..

I shifted nervously in my seat in front of the theater, tuning the strings of my violin. “Ah, there you are, Herr Mozart!” I stood, ..

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